2 They stoop, they are fallen together; they could not escape from the burden, and their soul had to go into captivity.
3 Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, which are borne by me from the belly, which are carried from the womb:
4 And even to your old age I am he, and even to grey hairs I will carry you; I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will deliver you.
5 To whom will ye liken me and make me equal and compare me that we may be alike?
6 They lavish gold out of the bag and weigh silver in the balance and hire a goldsmith, and he makes it a god; they fall down and worship.
7 They bear him upon the shoulder, they carry him and set him in his place. There he is; he does not move from his place; they cry unto him, and neither does he answer, nor save from the tribulation.
8 Remember this, and be ashamed, bring it again to mind, O ye transgressors.